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Stephen_Brady

I thought that I would comment here, rather than in the evening post, because this is the last one I'll be able to get out to everyone for a long time. For God knows how long, when I can talk to my wife, she will tell all of you how I'm doing. But I put this comment in this thread for a reason (as I sit here at my desk, in desert camo) ...

First, we're all moving from Benning, tomorrow, to an undisclosed location out west,, where we'll do about three months of heavy training. The men in my outfit are top-notch, and I can see the benefits of an all-volunteer military. These guys want to be here, and they're dead serious about ... excuse me ... making a difference in the world. The Pentagon doesn't seem to know what size of unit my experimental force is ... company, battalion? It has the firepower of a battalion (perhaps more), but much lower manpower.

All these people saying there won't be "boots on the ground", wherever, are lying to the American people. On my "Task Force", alone, a lot of money is being expended, and they don't do this for no reason at all. Also, I got to see my son ... it was weird snapping to attention and saluting him. His face was red from embarrassment, though!

My hope would be that my boys go to the southern border, eventually, to stop an all-out invasion of illegals and terrorists. But this isn't likely. My son, and the officers under me ... including a Master Sergeant that reminds me of the one in Heartbreak Ridge ... believe that we'll go to the Middle East, as soon as training is over.

Also, I had an interesting exchange with a colonel, the other day. Literally, he asked the "litmus test". I told him, "Hell, no! This is my country, and I will never order anyone to fire on the American people. Now, if you wish to muster me out, go ahead." Dirty, smarmy sob. That's the best I could describe him.

If DM sees this, I want him to know that I fired a Javelin, last Tuesday. Struck an old M117 dead-center from several thousand yards. Most fun I ever had. By the way, I get some raised eyebrows in my Army Service Uniform, with my paratrooper wings and ribbons going all the way back to Vietnam, and the new stuff. I almost had to cut my hair to get that darned beret to fit my big head (which is a considerable target!).

Concerning the discussion above about a possible world war, I'm pretty sure we're in the beginning phases of it, right now. The whole world is on fire, as we speak. The weakness of the West, combined with the global ambitions of numerous actors like Putin, ISIS, and China, almost make it a dead certainty. Given the nuclear force the Chinese are building, and its first-strike nature, before they move against their targets locally, they might want to hit the US first. Truthfully, I think my pathetic C-in-C won't push the button, in response.

Well, you folks take care of yourselves, vote in November, have a good Christmas, and keep your powder dry. All of you ... and you all feel like family, to me ... will be in my prayers. God bless you, and God bless America ...

I am located at a remote location at Fort Benning. I've met the men, and they seem to be the very best that America produces. By the way, my nickname is "Grandpa", as I understand.

Yesterday, we went to a 2000-yard range with the heart of the unit ... 16 sniper teams (the rest of the unit is designed to protect these teams). These 32-men looked at the length of that range and winced, and I told them it's nothing for a 50. I got on my stomach, took two shots to sight in, and then fired ten shots consecutively in the center-of-mass. Only two of the teams could accomplish this, so we've got our work cut out for us, over the next month.

When we landed at Benning, a colonel approached me and pinned on the bars of an 0-3. I told him that I didn't deserve this, because I've never been to an academy, and am way too old to go to OCS. He told me that he's looked at my jacket, and said, "You earned it." I responded, "Begging the colonel's pardon, but whacking some VC doesn't make one an officer." He responded, "Get over it, and that's an order."

"Yes, sir."

Five years of physical training paid off. I was encouraging the boys, the other night, on a 20-mile hike. I heard one fellow say something like, "Is that old man made of steel, or something?"

This is an experimental unit, based on my proposal, several years ago. Not much in the way of manpower, but one heckuva lot of firepower.

I have a few rare moments of leisure to let you know that I'm waiting for a plane to take me, and several others, to Ft. Benning to meet up with our people. We'll be there for about a month for intensive training. I have found out that I am "in the Army, now" because I submitted a plan to the Pentagon ... about six years ago ... for a weapons-intensive infantry unit capable of holding large frontages (unless the enemy is using human wave attacks). The significance of this remains to be seen.

Well, the time has come. I'm spending the whole day, tomorrow, with the wife and family, and then I have to report to a local airport 0400, on Monday. So, until whenever, this is my last post here, for a while.

My friends, you had better deliver a "Conservative Victory" for me, in November! I'll get a ballot, and vote, but I have no illusions about the military vote actually being counted. We'll be counting on you!

As Mark Musser, author of Nazi Oaks, pointed out, the Nazis hated Jews as an invasive species, one that used commerce to draw Mankind away from the pastoral paradise that was his birthright.

Consider that the origin of the SS was to be found in the Wandervogel ... the "Wandering Birds" ... of the 1920's, but going all the way back to 1896. Basically, they were hippies, dressed in outrageous garb, getting close to nature, lots of free sex, and so on. Freedom without fear of consequences. Consider also that Heinrich Himmler was a chicken farmer, and believed that Germans were most "Germanic" when they lived off the land, and were close to it.

There were even Jewish wandering birds groups, in spite of the increasingly anti-Semitic sentiments among members of the movement. Significantly, the Nazis outlawed the entire movement in 1933. Most of the original SS were former Wandervogeln.

It is absolutely impossible to save the Kurdish Peshmerga without putting boots on the ground. It would take months to supply and train Kurdish fighters with weapons that could take on ISIS. They're going to need tanks, APCs, artillery, mortars, anti-tank weapons, and ... at least ... a couple of squadrons of fighter/bombers, attack aircraft. It will have to come from the United States. In the short run, US troops will have to supplement the Peshmerga. Why not move them from Afghanistan?

Whether Obama likes it, or not, his weakness and vacillation has brought about another war in Iraq. The goal ought to be to create an independent Kurdistan, fully-capable of defending itself. We need to let the rest of Iraq go its own way, while the Kurds have the government they want. The idea is to create a US ally, not a little America.

I'd much rather shoot at a higher target, than shoot at one lower than me. It automatically corrects for the natural problem I have with my aim. Shooting down, I have to offshoot more than I usually do to correct for that problem.

BTW, I didn't want to put this in one of the usual threads. Everybody's wished me Godspeed, good luck, and all that, and I simply don't want to go through that, again. I got a call today, to report report to a regional airport at 0400, on Monday. We're taking a C-130 to an undisclosed location for orientation, a one-week crash course in being an officer, uniforms and bdu's, and all the rest. Then ... and this is getting real for me ... we're going somewhere else where I will meet "my men".

The officer who gave me the call said, "Bring your cannon with you. You're used to it. Leave your ammo at home." He also said that it would be his honor to serve with a decorated Vietnam vet. I told him that things were moving a little fast, weren't they (it was a statement, and not a question). He said, in response, "Don't you watch the news?"

I said, "Point taken."

I guess I'll stop in here once or twice, tomorrow, and call it quits, for a while ...